Summary: Sam was a boringly regular guy. Best friend and sometime step-brother, Dean, was something different. When a hunter comes along, they hit the road. It turns out to be a long journey. AU Sam/Dean unrel slash, full SPN cast no OCs. Warnings: suicide dub-con mpreg.

A/N: Just so you know: No Sam or Dean death, dub-cons are gentle and not graphic, no long mpregnancy. This is quite a long fic for me, but chapters will be short. Also, all characters that have dialog are 'played' by cast. So they all have faces, which pleases me somehow. :)

The Monster's Child (Chapter 1: Prolog) by frostygossamer

My name is Sam Campbell. I remember there was this little game we played at high-school. Some annoying kid thought it up from some movie. I think his name was Gary.

It went like this:

One night some guy or chick turns up at your door, maybe in the middle of a thunderstorm, all freaked out and screaming at you that they've been bit by a werewolf, vampire, whatever. At full moon they're gonna turn into a goddamn monster. The torch waving villagers, the hick sheriff and his redneck deputies, the Men in Black, whoever, are close on their tail.

They need your help. It's life or death. Only you can save them.

Kids throw a bunch of names at you. Gary liked movie characters. For each one the choice you gotta make is:

(a) Invite them in, give them a stiff drink and keep them there until the authorities arrive.

Cos that's the right thing to do, and, well, it's not your problem.

(b) Give them food, money, your car, and keep the authorities busy at the front door while they make their getaway out the back.

Cos everyone deserves one break.

(c) Get the food, money, and your guns, jump in the car with them and head over the horizon.

Cos, hell, your old life wasn't exactly a thrill a minute anyways.

I always picked (a). I'm that kinda guy. Boring. But when reality struck, I chose (c).

And I have no regrets, not one.

This is my story.

-~=O=~-

Sam was born in Kansas, in a quiet unassuming little town. He lived there with his widowed mom, Mary. They lost his dad when Sam was about 6 months old. He barely remembered him. Sam was an average boy with a healthy interest in both sports and bookwork. He played football and chess. He was eight years old when he first met Dean Winchester.

Dean was officially twelve years old, when he and his daddy John arrived in town to stay. But he had missed a heck of a lot of school and so ended up in Sam's grade to catch up. Till then, Dean and his daddy had lived a travelling life, moving from town to town with John's work. John was a mechanic. Dean latched on to Sam the very first day and they were soon inseparable, even though they were like Summer and Winter. Dean, of course, was Summer.

Dean was a cute-looking kid. He soon had Sam's mom eating out of his hand, and spent all his time around at Mary's, doing homework, playing computer games and watching TV. Mary liked to have Dean eat dinner with them. She worried that John might not be feeding him too well. Mary was a real sweetheart.

Their friendship slowly drew Mary and John together, and when Sam was thirteen, Mary and John got married. The truth of it was, John wanted to make sure Dean would have someone, if anything should happened to him. John was a man's man, a former marine and a little rough and ready, but he had always been very protective of his little soldier.

In the year Dean turned eighteen, something did happen to John. He was hit by a truck while driving home from the repair shop one night, and Mary was a widow again. Dean was devastated, but Mary and Sam tried to give him all the comfort they could.

Pretty soon Dean was talking about taking off to travel the country and look for work. Mary worried for him, but she didn't want to stop him. Dean had wanderlust in his veins. He had been brought up that way. So Dean kissed Mary on the cheek one last time, hugged Sam goodbye and hit the road.

Not that it was the last time they saw him. He kept in touch. He even came home once in a while, Christmas, New Year's, and birthdays when he remembered. And he called and sent postcards. Dean's step-family couldn't replace John, but they were his lifeline.

Sam grew up and finished high-school. Then, some time later, Mary got sick. She began to fade real fast. When Dean called, Sam couldn't hide how upset he was. He didn't want to worry Dean, but his step-brother could tell something was wrong. He insisted on coming home, and he sat with Sam in the hospital on the night Mary died. Sam was glad he came. He didn't know how he would have gotten through it without Dean's support.

After that, Dean went on with his life. Sam got a job in a bank and started to save. Sam had plans, plans he shared with a pretty fellow employee Jessica. They planned to take off and go east, Thailand, Bali, Borneo, the backpackers' heaven. Jess was keen to spend time volunteering to 'Save the Tiger'. Sam was keen to spend time with Jess. Meantime all their spare cash went in their travel fund.

Sam hadn't a care in the world back then. This is the story of how Sam learned what it meant to care.

-~=O=~-

One day, out of the blue, Dean walked in Sam's bank and asked to speak to him in private. He was surprised that Dean would come see him at work, and not wait for him at home. He had a key to Sam's place, after all.

"So what's the deal, dude?" Sam asked.

As they sat alone in one of the banks' little interview rooms, Dean explained that he had a problem. For the past month or so he had been followed, stalked maybe. He hadn't noticed at first, but then a hotel clerk had mentioned that someone had asked after him, and he began to see the same face over and again.

"Dunno who this guy is, but he's gotten me antsy, Sam," Dean explained.

He knew that he had crossed a few guys over women, and some of the casual work he had taken hadn't been exactly legit. Could have been an angry husband or a heavy or a cop. He didn't want to confront the man without knowing what he wanted, or what he might be capable of. He was hoping that Sam could find out something about the guy for him first.

"Maybe you could have a chat with this guy, kinda casual? Try and find out what he wants, huh?" Dean pleaded.

Trust Dean to get in trouble. Sam agreed to help. Hopefully he could talk this guy out of whatever he was planning, or find some other way to placate him, pay him off maybe. If he was the law, Sam could maybe speak on Dean's behalf. Whatever, he would do his best to sort it out.

"Sure," Sam agreed. "Course I will. That's what friends are for, right?"

TBC

A/N: Sam doesn't know what he's letting himself in for. Next chapter we meet the mysterious stalker. Update coming soon.